01-26-2015, 09:43 PM
"We can rest when we're dead. Won't have anything else better to do."
Torri's quip was left dry without the type of impish grin for accompaniment. The pending task seemed to surge fresh blood through her veins, because she went right to work. She made a polite gesture to excuse herself from chatting for the time being and concentrated on the work station suddenly springing to life around her. Practiced touch across sensitive electronic-surfaces summoned programs, and quick fingertips tapped out orders on a newly projected keyboard. There was nothing sensitive to be seen, thus no reason to hide the process from Marcus. However, if he were inclined to watch, he would find it mundane preparations. Every once in a while she asked him seemingly strange questions, also. When was the last time he ate? Did he know his DNA signature code? The boring sort of thing.
When finally the preparations were complete, she swiveled to face him once more. His patience was extraordinary. "I apologize for making you wait. If you'll accompany me?"
The Facility was much emptier when they returned to its passageways. All the candidates had been escorted to their rooms and locked safely away. There was no sign of Michael, but that was less of a relief than she anticipated. What was he doing? She could feel the tie of her bun slipping as she walked, but for now simply tucked escaped strands of hair behind her ears. She'd fix it later, probably.
"In here, please."
The room to which she brought him was shelled by white ceramic plaques. In the center was a thin table reminiscent of a standard holo-station and a stool. "Have a seat, please. The room we are in is called a biocollective, a machine built to monitor radio- and electrical activity emanating from the body at millisecond resolution. I'll basically take a video of your nervous system as you complete different tasks."
It was so much more than that, but Torri didn't find the need to divulge further details necessary. This was the room the Ascendancy entered when he revealed the existence of all this madness, but only on the order that the Director dismantle the collection before he entered it. The Ascendancy was extremely private about such things, as he had the right to be. But Torri was glad to finally have a willing, experienced subject on hand to test.
"Follow the prompts on the holoscreen. They're basically mind games designed to elicit the types of responses we can monitor. i would ask that if you get the chance to..."
Torri paused, unable to describe herself, ".. work with .. power? Please do so."
She disliked dropping composure, but someone really needed to assign scientific phrases to what it was these men did. If only to make her life simple.
"I'll be just outside and able to hear and see you. If you need anything, speak it."
Torri's quip was left dry without the type of impish grin for accompaniment. The pending task seemed to surge fresh blood through her veins, because she went right to work. She made a polite gesture to excuse herself from chatting for the time being and concentrated on the work station suddenly springing to life around her. Practiced touch across sensitive electronic-surfaces summoned programs, and quick fingertips tapped out orders on a newly projected keyboard. There was nothing sensitive to be seen, thus no reason to hide the process from Marcus. However, if he were inclined to watch, he would find it mundane preparations. Every once in a while she asked him seemingly strange questions, also. When was the last time he ate? Did he know his DNA signature code? The boring sort of thing.
When finally the preparations were complete, she swiveled to face him once more. His patience was extraordinary. "I apologize for making you wait. If you'll accompany me?"
The Facility was much emptier when they returned to its passageways. All the candidates had been escorted to their rooms and locked safely away. There was no sign of Michael, but that was less of a relief than she anticipated. What was he doing? She could feel the tie of her bun slipping as she walked, but for now simply tucked escaped strands of hair behind her ears. She'd fix it later, probably.
"In here, please."
The room to which she brought him was shelled by white ceramic plaques. In the center was a thin table reminiscent of a standard holo-station and a stool. "Have a seat, please. The room we are in is called a biocollective, a machine built to monitor radio- and electrical activity emanating from the body at millisecond resolution. I'll basically take a video of your nervous system as you complete different tasks."
It was so much more than that, but Torri didn't find the need to divulge further details necessary. This was the room the Ascendancy entered when he revealed the existence of all this madness, but only on the order that the Director dismantle the collection before he entered it. The Ascendancy was extremely private about such things, as he had the right to be. But Torri was glad to finally have a willing, experienced subject on hand to test.
"Follow the prompts on the holoscreen. They're basically mind games designed to elicit the types of responses we can monitor. i would ask that if you get the chance to..."
Torri paused, unable to describe herself, ".. work with .. power? Please do so."
She disliked dropping composure, but someone really needed to assign scientific phrases to what it was these men did. If only to make her life simple.
"I'll be just outside and able to hear and see you. If you need anything, speak it."